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Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
Both old people and owls are said to be possessing this trait